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The story of a corrupt soul
Seven-year-old Naji Shinto stared up at the man that had haunted her for years. She still had the scars that had taken from her her child hood, forcing her to grow up too soon. They were poor and Naji was fed very little. Her father got most of it and the rest was split between her mother and herself.
Naji was skinny and tall. She was very pale and her sharp blue eyes stood out like the brightest light in the dark shadows of her past. Her eyes told the stories of the pain that had been thrown upon her. Naji wore a cloth around her chest and a torn up pair of black pants, and wore no shoes at all. Her long dark hair fell down to the middle of her back always brushing along the tattoo that her mother had burned on her back telling her it would protect her. It was the small picture of a lone wolf howling to the moon.
"What do you want with me brat!" Barked her father. A very tall and skinny man who had the face of evil to a child.
"Where is mother?" She asked boldly. "What did you do to her?"
"You shall find out soon enough child. And if your not careful the same will happen to you as your slutty mother." Naji glared at him. How much she hated her father. The one that touched her and beat her and everything to cause her and her mothers pain. She wouldn't take it anymore! He had killed her mother and she realized that but she would not take this torture!
"She wasn't a slut!" she screamed. "And you killed her you lousy piece of scum!" She shouted at him.
"What did you call me?" He asked sinisterly.
"I called you LOUSY! SCUM! MURDERER! AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT DESCRIBES THE FILTH THAT YOU ARE!" She screamed at him. With that he moved forward to his daughter grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up to see directly into his evil eyes.
"I dare you to say that again."
"Scum" she managed to get out weakly. He threw her across the room where she landed hard upon a knife that her father used to pick his teeth every night then threw it into a corner. She groaned holding her side as she stood up to face her father. She bent down and grabbed the knife ignoring the pain in her side she approached her father once again firmly holding the knife.
Her father started laughing at her. He closed his eyes laughing as he did at that moment Naji sped towards him jumped a little and flung herself and the knife into his chest. His eyes grew wide and then they narrowed.
"You filthy little bitch!" He cried holding his bleeding chest. Breathing hard Naji glared up at him with a fire burning in her eyes she jumped up high and before he could dodge the blow the knife sunk into the top of his head. Naji landed behind him and stabbed the knife in his back.
"I'm not a bitch." She said coldly as she kicked her father forward to land motionlessly onto the ground. She then launched her self on top of him and began slashing at his back even though she knew he was already dead she would not and could not stop. Her fury never left even as she threw the knife back into the corner. She stepped off him breathing hard glaring down ruthlessly at the bloodied corpse of her father.
Then she began laughing. She couldn't control the hysterical giggles that her father was finally gone! That he couldn't hurt her anymore! Then the laughter faded. And she glared down at him once more.
"You can't hurt me any more." She said coldly as she walked into her own shabby bedroom. She sighed as she threw herself into the corner where a small mat lay for her to sleep on. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. When she opened them back up she noticed something in one of the far shadowy corners of the small room. Once she noticed it she knew exactly what it was. A hand.
"Momma." She muttered crawling over to the limp body. "Momma." She raised her voice a little. "Momma! Answer me! Please!" She sobbed shaking the corpse. When she finally gave up she leaned over and gave her mother a kiss on the fore head. "I'm sorry momma. I was too late." She whispered as she untied the bright white ribbon from her mother's hair. She wrapped it around her bloody fist and dipped it into her blood then her mothers and by now it had her fathers on it too.
"The blood of my family will stain my memories and stay a reminder of all the pain and my secrets. They will not be shut away yet stay here with me to remind me of what I have done." She whispered as she tied her long hair back revealing a scar that went across the right side of her face that was created by her father.
That night as Naji washed her hands of the blood that stained them she memorized every spot of it that washed through the drain. Blood she now realized would not scare her as it did as a child. No it would remind her of her sins yet she was not bothered by her sins anymore either. No she soon would like the sight of blood cause every time she saw it she remembered her father could not hurt her anymore.
Naji left that night and went into training. She practiced on every man or woman that crossed her path. Slaying them at will. Her skills improving. She was not fond of swords yet she loved her Katanas and her daggers, knives, ECT. The more she killed the less she realized that she was becoming as corrupt as her father. Drenched in blood each night she began to love the scent, the taste, the texture, and even more the sight.
Three years later Neathe Takani was walking across a bridge in Kyoto when he spotted a young girl only ten years of age near starvation, ready to throw herself into the icy waters of the river. She wore nothing but rags and a white blood stained ribbon. It was snowing and he did not care in the least if the girl died. It would only rid her of her suffering. She was near death anyways.
But before he could pass he noticed something that made him freeze all together. It was her eyes. Stony blue eyes that stared into the rivers currents. When she turned to look at him a chill was sent through his body. He could not look away from those cold dying eyes.
And then a grin broke on his face. The girl had potential. He knew that. She had killed many times before that was etched into her eyes and splashed across her hands. She walked towards him and pulled out eight knives that she held between each finger. He began to laugh. Cackling into the night. He had at last found who he was looking for.
"You are careless to laugh mister." She said coldly. " I have killed before and I would very much like to kill before I die."
"Yes that I can see. But if you spare my life you may come with me where I will feed you well give you a home and train you to kill even more efficiently." She dropped her hands to her sides not yet letting go of the knives.
"And what would be the purpose of this?" She asked staring at him.
"To save a killer with high potential that will help me do my bidding. I have yet to find someone suitable and it is a surprise to find out that it is a girl." He chuckled as she raised her hands again in anger. "But your sex is no matter to me. You are a killer, it shows that clearly. Now let me enhance and help control your skills."
"Very well." She said coldly as she followed him home to train in the arts of an even better killer.
Naji was thirteen when she fought against the imperialists in the revolution. She was one of the manslayers that became legend. Those that gazed into her stony blue eyes cowered like dogs in front of her. And her laughter would be last thing that those men ever heard. Her laughter was cruel and ruthless.
In the revoloution any trace of the young girl that had killed her father six years ago was gone. She was now as corrupt as her father and she did not care. No one did as long as she did her job. Soon she was known as the Dark Angel and everyone feared her and she loved it.
The Dark Angel was the best thing that had ever happened to her she often told Neathe. Neathe had to her became somewhat of a father to her. She loved him more than anything else besides blood. And Neathe had loved her like a daughter. And he had enjoyed watching her grow up to become even more powerful.
10 years later the peaceful Maji era
"Naji!" Neathe shouted. Naji entered the room getting on her knees in front of him. "What are you doing?" He asked. "You need not kneel before me anymore."
"Very well." She said brightly her eyes sparkling as she put he arms behind her to prop herself up stretching her legs out and crossing her ankles yawning.
"I have an assignment for you DA." She grinned.
"I miss that name and those words." She sighed. "I haven't heard them since the revolution. The past ten years have been very dull." She yawned again. "Lately I have taken to stalking the alleys for pleasure but not many people come down there anymore I now have to find a new area for blood." She sighed as Neathe chuckled.
"Like I said I finally have an assignment for you."
"Please tell me it includes blood." She said dreading the answer no.
"Of course it wouldn't be an assignment if it didn't." Naji breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what is it?" She asked eagerly straightening her self up and crossing her legs Indian style.
"Kenshin Hemoura. Have you ever been in Tokyo?" Naji's eyes hardened.
"Yes that was my birth place. An evil place it is." She said nodding.
"Well you get to create a little chaos there." He said smiling as Naji grinned.
"That would be nice. So who is this Kenshin guy and what am I to do with him?" She asked.
"He is very important to the people of Tokyo. But you shall not kill him yet. First you are to get to him through his friends."
"But if I do not kill him when I see him he will know my identity. I can not hide it."
"I do not expect you to hide it. You are to go to him as a wanderer." Naji's eyes narrowed.
"A wanderer! That would make me as bad as the Battosai." Naji said crossly.
"Ah so you do remember the Battosai."
"How could I not?" She asked. "He's the one that gave me this." She motioned to a scar the shape of a moon below her right eye, which seemed to be avoiding the long scar that was given to her by her father.
"So Dark Angel." Naji smiled. "How would you like the title of the best?" He asked. Naji rubbed her neck.
"That wouldn't be so bad."
"Good well how would you like to kill the Battosai?" Naji smirked.
"Very much so."
"Well I dare say you will recognize this Kenshin person." Naji smiled. She understood now. Kenshin was the Battosai.
"Well what do you want me to do about his friends?" She asked eagerly.
"Destroy them in as many ways possible without getting caught and then after they all are gone you will get your long needed fight and the title of the best."
"Now I like that plan." She said grinning. But then I slight frown appeared on her face. "You don't expect me to wear a kimono do you?"
"You see Naji? This is why you will never get a husband."
"I don't want a husband." She said firmly. "Because if I have a daughter my husband could beat on her like my father did to me and I would be in the same position as my mother. At least if I have a daughter she won't have a father to beat her." She concluded. Neathe nodded.
"But if you are not to wear a kimono what are you to wear?"
"Something other than a kimono" She said obviously.
"You're gonna wear black aren't you?" She nodded.
"What else do I have?" he grinned.
"OK now about your weapons."
"I will take my knives and daggers with me in my bag. But what about my Katanas?"
"I will send them to you as a present."
"No. A warning." He looked at her confused.
"Oh Kenshin. I'm sorry but I was sent here to kill you. But I don't want to! I really don't! But they sent me these as warning! Please protect me!" She mocked in a high pitch voice. "That way if someone spots the knives they will understand."
"I like the way you think."
"As do I." Se replied as she jumped up to go into her room to get ready.
A/N- OK there you have it! OK don't be too hateful on Naji. I mean she never meant to be that way but it just happened. You should actually be sad for her because if she didn't kill her father which gave her the love for blood then she would have been killed herself. See? So she should be pitied. OK please review! BYE BYEZ!
